a walla who wanders and wonders

Month: December 2015

I have this continual urge to travel again (backpack boots hat map hope) to hot dusty places, a thousand potential strangers or friends. We all suckled on the collective loneliness, soothed by moving and moving always new, no attachment or regret. Now, I in my cold rain home three layers and solo candlelit nights writing, … More 11 P.M. yearnings